Title: Every TimeDisclaimer: I
do not own Harry Potter or LoTR, and I do not make any money from
these fictions.Rating: MSummary: Glorfindel/Harry slash. Love
isn't always puppies and roses. Sometimes it is fire and pain…But
then again, is that still love?Warning: There is
potentially triggering material. Do not read if easily
disturbed.

*****

"Get on your back," Glorfindel
ordered.

Harry scrambled to comply.

"Spread your legs," the blonde
demanded.

Harry blushed and did so. He brought
his knees to his chest, holding them up and apart with his hands.

Glorfindel sucked in a breath.

"Do you like it?" Harry asked
coyly.

Glorfindel growled, staring at the
twine binding Harry's hard member and heavy balls, and the string
connected to the toy lodged inside Harry's sweet pucker.

"Anal beads?" Glorfindel
questioned, pulling on the string teasingly and making his lover
moan.

"Y-yes," Harry replied. "I
like the way they move when I walk."

Glorfindel pulled a little harder,
until the largest bead was stretching Harry's rim wide. He leaned
forward to lick at the sensitive hole, making his lover shudder and
buck up towards his mouth.

"P-please," Harry begged. "I
need you."

"I am right here," Glorfindel
replied with a smirk.

"You are not inside me," the
brunette growled back.

The blonde simply smirked.

And then he tugged.

Hard.

Harry convulsed as the anal beads
inside him were forced out, tripping over his prostate and stretching
his rim deliciously. But the twine around his base prevented him from
orgasming, and his shudders calmed after a few moments.

"Oh…" Harry panted. "I
need…I need…"

Glorfindel did not wait for him to
finish his sentence. He leaned down to mouth those heavy balls, and
then he nosed behind them to lick and suck at Harry's perineum.

"Tease…" Harry hissed. "Please
just fuck me."

Glorfindel did not respond, simply
tonguing his way down to that stretched hole.

"It did not seem like you needed
me this afternoon," Glorfindel responded.

Harry's green eyes snapped open to
lock with deep grey.

"I…you are angry because I spoke
with Prince Legolas of Mirkwood?" Harry questioned.

"He was eyeing you like the last
piece of lembas bread on a long journey," Glorfindel growled. "And
you were just smiling and blushing and encouraging him."

"I was being polite to a guest,"
the brunette explained, letting go of his thighs and letting his legs
drop to the bed. "Lord Elrond said…"

"Lord Elrond said to be welcoming.
He did not say to welcome Legolas into your body," the elf-lord
snarled.

A little giggle escaped Harry's
sweet lips, and his green eyes widened at the dark look that passed
over his lover's face.

"You will not think it comical
when I am through with you…" Glorfindel threatened, grabbing
Harry's ankles and pushing them to his lover's chest, basically
folding the smaller Elf in half.

"Glorfindel…" Harry started as
his lover settled roughly between his thighs. "You did not use the
oil…"

"And I am not going to," the
blonde replied, lining his massive erection up with Harry's
slightly stretched and saliva-coated hole.

"I am not going to be able to walk
tomorrow…" Harry pleaded as the tip began pushing its way past
his sphincter. "The beads were not big enough…"

"Then he will know exactly who you
belong to, will he not?" Glorfindel questioned.

Harry only whimpered in response. It
burned fiercely as that thick cock forced its way into his tight
channel, only a bit of saliva and lube left over from the beads
easing the way. Then he felt a sharp pain as something tore…

And his blonde lover stilled, angry
haze clearing from grey eyes as he saw the tears running down that
pale face.

"Harry?" Glorfindel asked
worriedly. "Do you wish for me to stop?"

He pulled out a bit, and nearly
vomited at the sight of Harry's blood coating his cock.

"P-please…" Harry cried,
pushing against his shoulders and trying to buck Glorfindel off.

Lost in his pain, he only managed to
pierce himself further upon that large member.

Glorfindel slid out as gently as
possible.

"Harry…" he whispered,
reaching out a hand to gently wipe the tears from his lover's
cheeks. "I did not mean…"

"You never do…" Harry
murmured, turning his face from Glorfindel's touch. "You never
do. But you are so much bigger than I am. If you want to take me, I
can do nothing but trust that you will stop when I ask."

Glorfindel winced at the hollow tone
in his lover's voice.

"I stopped," he murmured,
reaching down to unbind Harry's cock and balls.

Harry's member softened quite a
bit from the pain he was still experiencing.

Something must have torn badly.

"Not soon enough," Harry
responded. "You are supposed to love me…"

"I do!" Glorfindel exclaimed.
"More than anything…the idea of you with anybody else drives the
sense from my mind."

Harry looked at him sadly.

"I cannot trust you with my body,
and you obviously do not trust me with your heart," he stated.
"Perhaps…"

Glorfindel did not let him complete
that sentence. He leaned forward to press their lips together
passionately, forcing his tongue past those parted lips and claiming
that mouth as his own.

"I love you," he declared as he
pulled back. "I love you, and I will never hurt you again."